Point of Disgust

(7/11/12)

How many times have we gotten to a point of disgust
Where your mind is about to explode
And your heart about to bust.

Every one at one point or another gets to that stage
And we know in our hearts -it’s just a phase.
How do we get rid of that pain and emptiness
So deep in your chest
When your mind is blank and needs the rest.

When your chest is like a dam holding 
back a river of tears
And your mind is sensing all your fears.

When everything seems to be going wrong 
No matter what you do
And you get to this point of disgust
And starting to feel blue.

Where does one end and the other begin?
You have to go through total disgust
Then the depression begins.
   (is depression just a point of total disgust?)  hmmmm

When I get to that point in life
I pray to GOD to take away this strife
I walk to him with my problems in my hand
Cause I know he understands.

He says “help yourself and I will help you”
So this is what I do.
I put all my pros and cons in a basket
And bury it in the ground like a casket.

I follow what I have in my heart
Because “HE “ had put it there from the start.
This point of disgust can play a role in our life
We just have to stop and think twice.
This not only affects you , but all who are around
Creeps up on you without making a sound.

So I’ll add that to the basket
With all my pros and cons
And the “point of disgust” will also be gone.
                      BYE - BYE
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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July 14, 2012 at 11:39 AM
Happy weekend to you Louis. I enjoyed reading your excellent poetry this morning. Thank you for sharing your writing with us. Love, Carol
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